"Did you get afeard of her ?" "There's something in her eye," he replied, "that I don't like, and that I never seen there before." "But," returned the other, a good deal surprised, "what can there be in her eye that you need care about?
You have nobody's blood on your hands, an' you stole nothing.

What made you look afeard that time ?" "I didn't look afeard." "But I say you did, an' I was ashamed of you." "Well, never mind--I may tell you something some o' these days about that same woman.

In the meantime, I'll throw myself on the bed, an' take a sleep, for I slept but little last night." "Do so," replied Sarah; "but at any rate, never be cowed by a woman.

Lie down, an' I'll go over awhile to Tom Cassidy's.

But first, I had better make the poultice for your face, to take down the ugly swellin'." Having made and applied the poultice, she went off, light-hearted as a lark, leaving her worthy father to seek some rest if he could.
She had no sooner disappeared than the prophet, having closed and bolted the door, walked backwards and forwards, in a moody and unsettled manner.
"What," he exclaimed to himself, "can be the matther with that woman, that made her look at me in sich a way a while agone?
I could not mistake her eye.